Nightwatch Poem by Dan McGonagle

Parking the car at the end of the road
I check the store fronts on my beat
Walking along with a spring in my step
Doc Martens hugging my feet

Trying the doors making sure they are locked
Whilst keeping an eye on the street
Its an ungodly hour with noone about
At least noone you would care to meet

Stars in the sky twinkle over my head
Street lights are faded and dim
A solitary figure staggers home late at night
Hoping I pay no attention to him

I stop for a chat just to see hes alright
Make sure he can make it alone
Its not that Im too sympathetic
I dont want his wife calling me on the phone

When my patch is patrolled I drive up the hill
I look out from my perch across town
I watch as the sunlight arises
Thats me finished again till sundown